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. He envied her a little. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. “I feel like a giant! I believe now I shall do great things.
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